Hither came Conan, the Cimmerian, black-haired, sullen-eyed, sword in hand, a thief, a reaver, a slayer, with gigantic melancholies and gigantic mirth, to tread the jeweled thrones of the Earth under his sandaled feet.
Well I'm going to bed. If nedya shows up tell him that if he wants to date me he has to pony up the money for a five-star restaurant. I’m a prissy diva when it comes to these things.